Undone

I'm losing touch with life,
undone by the phenomenon called love.

The bonds that ensure sanity are breaking,
one by one, they become undone.

The heart is aching,
affected by perennial pain.
Memories behind it,
But I'm too tired to remember.

I just lie dead now,
waiting for it to happen.
For me to be forgotten,
and for whatever remains to be undone.